Looking back at our pictures of Christmas' Past, Carter with Santa, I realize they have never had the most healthy of relationships.
Tonight the Craigster and I took the Chickie's to the tree festival.
It was beautiful. Santa was there, but Carter didn't want to talk to him...at that moment anyway. We had a lovely evening, came home, finished decorating the tree, and tucked the kids in for bed.
After tucking them in I folded some laundry, and went back into the kids room about 20 minutes later to put clothes away. Much to my surprise, I found Carter laying awake in bed, with a very thoughtful/worried look on his face.
He said to me "Mom, I wish I had talked to Santa...I need to ask him something"
I asked with hidden curiosity "what do you need to ask him?"
"I need to find out if I'm on his nice list...or the naughty one" he said in his sweet, but concerned little four year old voice. I could almost see every single moment of not so niceness he has had the past month being replayed in his mind.
I did my best not to smile, and told him I was sure he was on the nice list, but he could ask Santa next time we see him just to be sure.
To that he gave me a kiss on my cheek, rolled over, and drifted off to a restful sleep.